Canon: Undertale | Voice-testing and potentially looking for a game!

[bleatingheart]

Hello, Miss Mun. This is TORIEL.

I am pleased that you possess a sense of humor, but do you really think that this name was necessary?

...I suppose you are right. It would be a little bit pretentious to use 'knows best for you', would it not? Well, I will trust that you know what you are doing.

I must admit, I am rather flattered to have inspired you to play again after such a long time. I will do my best to help you.

But what game are we playing? I am not certain what you mean by finding a game, but I would be happy to play a game with you. You need only ask.

Please take care and do not get into trouble.

Sincerely, TORIEL.

(PS - You spend far too much time on the computer.)

[ ooc: This Toriel is post-game pacifist ending! So there will likely be spoilers in the comments! ]

Comments

[qua]

Oh! Hello, Miss Goatette!

[ because I want them to interact ok ]

1/2

[bleatingheart]

Ah, greetings, little one!

I... am afraid you must be mistaken. I am TORIEL, caretaker of the RU--

[ Whoopsy. That's not true anymore, now is it? ]

Well, actually, I am a teacher now.

[bleatingheart]

It is nice to meet you. What is your name, little one?

[boneidle]

i'm not disagreeing with you, tori,
but pulling these players away from their computers is about as easy as pulling papyrus away from his spaghetti.
good to see you, though.

1/2

[bleatingheart]

My goodness. That difficult, is it? I suppose I must not pry, then. I would not want to twist their noodles.

[bleatingheart]

It is lovely to see you as well, Sans. How are you and your brother doing?

Come to Cosmographia!

[your_best_friend]

What makes you so sure the game you go to will be any fun? What if you go to a horror game? Or even that one Ronpa game-

What? No! Don't go to the game mentioned in the subject line!

1/2 (Haha, I'll look into it!)

[bleatingheart]

[ Oh. You.

Well, you are not trying to harm any innocent children at the moment, she supposes. She can be cordial. ]

[bleatingheart]

I do not know for certain, but my player does not seem like someone who would engage in horrible games. I trust that she will find a good, wholesome game for us to play together.

[ She has not quite grasped the concept of what 'going to a game' really means just yet. ]

[heart_breaker]

'Bleating heart?'

That's fitting.

*They're wrapped up in a Frisk-shaped package, but that can't quite hide that there's something missing. Their eyes don't hold Frisk's warmth, or their kindness. They look amused, but the curl of their lip looks odd on their face.*

*Toriel may want to be careful. Some people enjoy waiting before they strike.*

[bleatingheart]

Ah, you... you think so, my child?

[ Indeed, something seems a little off, but she can't quite put her paw on it.

Perhaps Frisk is being a little moody. It would not be the first time. ]

[lostdreemurr]

Uh, I... I like your journal name, Mom.

1/4? I think.

[bleatingheart]

Well, thank you. It is quite--

[bleatingheart]

[bleatingheart]

A....

Asriel?

[ She... she cannot comprehend how this is possible. Her player has said many things, but this...

Her baby. Her son. He's here?

He's alive? ]

[bleatingheart]

Asriel... I...

[ There is too much to say, and yet she cannot find the words.

But the tears flow freely as she reaches for him with shaking arms. ]

I missed you. I missed you so much. My son. My precious, baby boy...

[ She rocks him in her arms. No matter how long this may or may not last or how real or unreal it may be, for now, she just wants to hold on to this moment. ]

[skelepunned]

[that is a fantastic username

so much so that sans starts laughing immediately, only managing a wave of greeting

good to see you, tori]

[bleatingheart]

[ Toriel waves cheerfully back, though she does not immediately know what he is laughing about. ]

My, something has certainly tickled your funny bone, has it not?

[believesineveryone]

I hope your mun knows that you're right! If they spend too much time on the computer, their brain's gonna become...byte-sized!

[He really couldn't help it.]

[bleatingheart]

[ Oh, goodness! She was not expecting that. A bubble of laughter bursts forth. ]

I will have to brush up more on computer humor to keep up with you, it seems! What a sharp child you are. You get straight to the point!

[punful]

hehe. sounds like your hu-mun has a good ear for puns

[bleatingheart]

[ And that already has her in stitches. ]

H-hu-mun...! Ahahahaha! My, that is a great one, Sans! How humerus!

[determinihilation]

[For a moment, Chara wonders if there's a point to being here at all. Probably not, really.

...Still. Might as well. It's not as if they have anything better to do.]

Hm. I guess that is a funny username.

Fitting.

1/3

[bleatingheart]

[save_theworld]

⚹If Frisk were to judge, they'd say Goat Mom was having a bad time. Or a good time, maybe; she liked puns..?

⚹Bad or good, Frisk is Determined to latch onto her hand, rocking back and forth in exaggerated swinging motions. Hullo.

[bleatingheart]

Oh!

[ Toriel's eyes turn from surprise to something much softer when she finds Frisk clutching her hand and swinging their joined arms together.

She can't help but giggle. ]

Hello, my child. Quite energetic, are you not?

[ She joins in with the motions, careful to be gentle with Frisk's much smaller arm. ]

[determinedpacifist]

Uuuuuugggghhhh that's Sans-worthy. Your mun really likes dishing out punishment, huh?